"And the others--the Oneidas and the Stockbridge?"
"Good God! Then why have you not told me this before, Mayaro?"
"Haste? Have I not said that we march immediately? And you would have let me give my order and include that villain in it!"
"Why not? It is an easier and safer way to take a prisoner to Tioga Point than to drag him thither tied."
"Is it likely," he said softly, "when we are watching?"
"But he may manage to do us a harm. You saw how cunningly he has kept up communication with our enemies, to leave a trail for them to follow."
"He has done us what harm he is able," said the Sagamore coolly.
I hesitated, then asked him what he meant.
"Why," he said, "their scouts have followed us. There are two of them now across the Susquehanna."
Thunderstruck, I stared at the river, where its sunlit surface glittered level through the trees.
I looked at my Indians where they lay flat behind their trees, rifles poised, eyes intent on the territory in front of them.
"If my brother does not desire to bring the Wyandotte to General Sullivan, I will go to him now and kill him," said the Mohican carelessly.
"He ought to hang," I said between my teeth.
"Yes. It is the most dreadful death a Seneca can die. He would prefer the stake and two days' torture. Loskiel is right. The Erie has been a priest of Amochol. Let him die by the rope he dreads more than the stake. For all Indians fear the rope, Loskiel, which chokes them so that they can not sing their death-song. There is not one of us who has not courage to sing his death-song at the stake; but who can sing when he is being choked to death by a rope?"
I nodded, looking uneasily toward the river where the two Seneca spies lurked unseen as yet by me.
"Very well. Our order of march will be the same as yesterday. We keep the Wyandotte between us."
"Then we had best start across the Ouleout, unless you mean to ford the Susquehanna."
The Sagamore shook his head with a grimace, saying that it would be easier to swim the Susquehanna at Tioga than to ford it here.
Very quietly we drew in or picked up our pickets, including the ruffianly Wyandotte, or Erie, as he was now judged to be, and, filing as we had filed the night before we crossed the Ouleout and entered the forest.